What If (Drarry)

7. Nightly Meetings

Warning!! This chapter mentions suicide and self harm. Please, if you feel uncomfortable with it, skip that part. I will put a sign both at the beginning and the end of that part.

Draco didn't wait for Macnair to catch up with him. He ran up the stairs, didn't stop until he reached his room. Snapped the door behind him, and collapsed on his bed letting angry tears spill from his eyes.

"What did I do?" he whispered.

He nauseated of himself. But he knew, he hadn't had any choice. If he hadn't had done it, the Death Eaters would never have trusted him, and he wouldn't have been able to get Potter out of there...

"Draco" the door opened revealing Lucius Malfoy in the doorframe.

Draco sit up bolt upright.

"Y... Yes, father?"

"Macnair said you've done it."

"Yes, father."

"Hm. Very well."

Draco saw a light smile in the corner of his father's lips. He started to be hopeful. But then-

"He also told me that you ran away."

"..."

"I see. You care about the Potter boy. You lied to us."

"No! Father, I didn't! I... I swear. I just. I think I-"

"Yes?"

"I don't know. Maybe I messed up something. When... When I cast the spell, I think something went wrong, because I also felt something... bad. My memories-" Draco lied, hoping that his father doesn't see right through him.

"I see" he said in a slightly malicious, mysterious voice. "Then you should practise a bit more. From now on, you are in charge to keep Potter in his worst state of mind. And I will know if you don't obey."

With that Lucius rushed out of his son's room, leaving a totally devastated Draco behind him.

"I can't do it!" he whimpered to himself.

After floundering on his bed, suffering from his own thoughts, he decided to go back to Potter. He had to see the boy if he was alright, and he had to apologise to him.

He drew a deep breath and got up. A couple of Death Eaters still wandered the corridors, so he had to be extremly careful. He got almost caught twice until he reached the dungeons. He rushed to the painting, and pressed his Mark to it without thinking. Now he hardly felt the flames licking his body nor the burning pain in his veins. The painting swung open, and he stepped in slightly panting.

He had to close the door immediately, because as he stepped in, Potter shrieked.

"Hey, Potter, it's me! Keep calm!"

"Malfoy?" he asked terrified. "What are you doing here? I believed you! I thought you might have really changed. But now I know you didn't. Get out of here."

"No." he said firmly, though Potter's sobbing and terrified voice startled him to no end.

"Please! Get out! Don't do that to me! Not again. No! Nooo!"

"Shhh." Draco crouched down beside the dark figure he guessed was Harry, and placed a shaking palm on the boy's shoulder. "I won't do anything to you. I wanted to apologise. I didn't want to hurt you. But I had no choice. I wasn't lying when I told you that I want to rescue you. But to be able to get both of us out of here, I had to tell them I was on their side."

"I don't believe you, Malfoy. I don't know what do you want from me, but I'm sure, I don't believe a word of what you've just said. Now get out of here."